Never thought of myself going on another date after numerous failed ones. But, something was different about this date, and specifically this one only. That scar on his chiseled cheekbone, have i seen it before? No i havent, im just imagining. Even if i did, where could I have possibly seen it. A memory flashed through my head as if it was a shooting star. I was at my old highschool, sitting down next to a classmate. Though, this wasnt just any classmate, they had their hand on mine. I felt reassured that time, I felt safe. Its them, My old loved one, the one that left without letting me know of their soon absence. But after all these years, why is he back? I froze and felt the need to throw up and cry at the same time. He then looked up at me with his icy cold eyes and gave a gentle smile. I couldnt just stay here and act as if nothing happened between me and this now stranger. I stood up and grabbed my jacket off of the chair but a hand held me in place and softly grasped my shoulder. “Sit back down” he said. By that time, if a hand held me in place and i knew i was defenseless against them, i would’ve screamed loudly but there were two parts of me at that moment. One wanted to hear what he needed to say and just fix things back as they were back then but the other wanted to just cry and rage at him. I sat down with a twist in my stomach, “this is a mistake, i have to go-“ “No you dont, you know you dont so why lie?” My throat tightened as i spoke back, “why would i be honest to a guy that leaves his loved one hurt cause he suddenly didnt want to deal with life?” he held my shivering hands, trying to relax me , “Calm down please, we can talk this over at my place if you l-“ I scoffed at his offer and stood up with my keys in my hand, “Sorry but another time.”